Once upon a time, in a cozy little inn nestled by the side of a busy highway, lived a curious young mouse named Ralph. Ralph lived with his family in the walls of Room 215, and although his home was small, Ralph’s dreams were anything but. He spent his days watching the guests come and go, and his nights exploring the rooms, always searching for adventure. More than anything, Ralph loved watching the human children play with their toys, especially the ones with wheels.
One day, a boy named Keith checked into Room 215 with his parents. Ralph watched from his hiding place as Keith unpacked his suitcase. Ralph’s eyes grew wide with excitement when Keith pulled out a shiny, red motorcycle. It wasn’t a real motorcycle, of course, but a toy that looked just like the real thing. Ralph couldn’t believe his eyes. He had seen toy cars before, but never a motorcycle. He felt a rush of excitement just looking at it. Ralph knew he had to get a closer look.
That night, when the inn was quiet and everyone was asleep, Ralph crept out of his mouse hole. His tiny paws made no sound as he scurried across the carpet. When he reached the motorcycle, he couldn’t resist climbing up onto the seat. It felt wonderful to sit there, gripping the handlebars, imagining himself zooming down the road. Ralph closed his eyes and made a soft, “vroom vroom” noise, pretending he was racing through the streets.
Suddenly, the motorcycle began to move! Ralph opened his eyes in shock. He hadn’t touched the wheels, but somehow, the motorcycle was rolling forward. Ralph realized that when he made the “vroom” noise, the motorcycle came to life. Excited and a little scared, Ralph made the noise again, louder this time. The motorcycle sped up, and Ralph found himself racing across the carpet, zooming under the bed and around the legs of the furniture.
It was amazing! Ralph felt the wind in his fur and the thrill of speed. But then, he lost control. The motorcycle wobbled and headed straight for a trash can. CRASH! Ralph and the motorcycle toppled over. The noise woke Keith up. The boy rubbed his eyes and saw Ralph lying next to his motorcycle. Instead of being angry, Keith smiled. “You like my motorcycle, don’t you?” Keith whispered.
Ralph was nervous, but he nodded. “I’ve always wanted to ride one,” he admitted.
“Well,” Keith said, “I can teach you. All you have to do is make the vroom sound, and it’ll go. But you have to be careful, or you might crash again.”
Keith showed Ralph how to control the motorcycle better, and soon Ralph was zooming around the room with ease. They spent the night talking quietly, becoming fast friends. Keith told Ralph about his travels, and Ralph told Keith about life in the inn. It was the start of an amazing friendship.
From that night on, whenever Keith’s parents were out, Ralph and Keith would take the motorcycle for a spin. They even made little jumps and ramps out of books and pillows. Ralph felt like the luckiest mouse in the world. He wasn’t just a little mouse in a big inn anymore—he was Ralph, the mouse with a motorcycle, and every ride felt like a brand-new adventure.
The end.
Follow-Up Questions:
- How did Ralph learn to make the motorcycle move?
- What made Keith and Ralph become such good friends?
- Why did Ralph feel like the luckiest mouse in the world after meeting Keith?